A little more than twenty-four hours after open heart surgery, my niece is up and walking around . . . with a little help.
She signed a little to her big brother but had to tell her Dad to go get Mom because Dad just couldn't understand her and Mom could. Then she wrote, "I can't breathe," meaning the tube down her throat was interfering so the doctors removed it and now she's talking again.
It's still going to be a while before she can be discharged, but I am so proud of the little fighter.
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